I had decided weeks ago (a month maybe?) that I was done with pants. When the belly gets big enough, there are simply no pants that are comfortable enough. I tried some full panel this time around, but they just make my belly itch.
But this morning it snowed. And last week it was cold, so I'm still wearing pants. We had a tease of nice weather (it's really still nicer than usual) that inspired a garden, but the beans appear to be goners and after the predicted frosts this week the peas might be as well. I knew I might be jumping the gun, but that's how it goes. I'm more sad about still wearing pants and having no winter coats that fit around my belly than I am about the vegetable loss.
I did finish that bed. I'll post pictures at some point. And we had a lovely visit from family, more on that at some point, too. But really, for the past week, I've been all consumed with taxes. And van shopping. Nothing makes you sound like more of an adult than saying "Sorry I don't have time to party with you, but I've been busy with taxes and shopping for a minivan."
I'm happy to report that both are finished. The taxes this year were scary. If there was a time for us to become republicans, this would have been the year and the season. But if this didn't do it then likely nothing will. Not only did we buy a new house, but we had a big jump in income, DH helped start a new business, we converted a house into a rental and we have to file in two states. I thought of hiring someone else, but by the time I told them everything they needed to know and tracked down all the documents I just did it myself. The two state thing is frustrating, too. We make the majority of our income in Wisconsin, because that's DH's place of employment. Minnesota has reciprocity, meaning they credit what we pay to Wisconsin for what we owe them. But it's frustrating, because Wisconsin gets 90% of our state taxes despite the fact that we live in and use the services of Minnesota exclusively. Doesn't this seem stupid to anyone else? That's all I'll say about taxes. That part of being an adult is done for the year.
As for the minivan, that part of being an adult is just starting. We pick up the new wheels tomorrow. Here she is:
If you look close you can see MJ inside. We are even getting a remote starter installed (Oh! Hold me back!) so it really is my dream-mobile. We went into the car hunt thinking we'd get a mid-size three row SUV. Why three rows? Because we have family visit a lot and don't want to have to rely on two cars every time. And because we tend to keep our cars for decades, and want the option to haul our children's friends around. And maybe even squeeze another of our own children in there if we still feel like it.
But may I inform you the problem with 3 row suv's? You can't get to the back row unless you fold the second row back. Which you can't do with a carseat installed. So you climb over the seats? Or take the seat out? Ugh. The practicality of the van almost immediately won us over. Except that it's a van. And we have still-so-many biases to overcome on minivans. But we'll get there, I have no doubt.
Oh yeah, the 24 week update.
Hmm.. Weight gain (at least when that picture was taken): 21 lbs.
Kicks: all the time. DH has felt them a few times.
Names: We're not telling. I finally got hubs to have the discussion. He was using delay tactics to avoid having the conversation. His last delay tactic finally expired (I want to wait until viability!). I have no doubt that MJ will relay to everyone whatever we decide, even if we try to keep it a secret.
Other than that, still feeling good. Hips get a little sore during walks, and I find myself just overall a bit more tired. I feel a little more uncomfortable ordering a latte at a coffee shop being as I'm so clearly pregnant. Surprisingly, though, I've had very few stranger comments.
Other than the man at Menard's. Last week I fixed the toilet and bathroom door in our rental house. I was at the Hardware store buying some supplies, when an old man shouted "EH? You building something there?" Clearly I thought he was talking about the toilet parts I held in my hand. So I made some awkward comment about rebuilding a toilet, only to realize he meant in my belly. Weird. (Pretty proud of my handyman abilities, though, and happy to report that our renters have decided to stay. The alternative was they move out when their lease expires on August 1, my due date.)